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Wolf glances over his shoulder.

“Don't.”

The man called Havoc grins.

I haven't known these people for five minutes, and somehow that tiny exchange makes me feel safer than I have since we crawled out my bathroom window.

Doc puts the plate in front of Sophie.

Her eyes widen.

“That's a lot of pancakes.”

“You looked hungry.”

“I am.”

He hands her a fork.

She digs in.

I close my eyes for one second.

She's safe.

At least right now.

My baby is safe.

A hand touches my shoulder.

I jerk.

Cole immediately pulls it back.

“Sorry.”

“No. I…”

I look at him.

“I'm sorry.”

His expression softens.

“You don't have to apologize.”

He pulls out the chair beside me.

“Let me see your arm.”

“It's just a cut.”

“Let me see it.”

I sigh and push up my sleeve.

The cut runs from my wrist halfway toward my elbow.